{Is it} Gifted Boarding School {Your Style?}

[bizznot]

First Name: Tobias
Last Name: McGraw
Age: 15
Height: 180
Weight: unspecified
Physical appearance: Blonde hair, blue eyes, muscle-y
Weakness: Electricity, as it tends to ground on him, and fire, as he melts in its presence. Air and water both rust him, but that takes a while
Personality: Withdrawn, but not anti-social
Sexuality: Straight
Abilities: Magnokenesis, ability to shape metal
History: A loving, if close-minded, family. His gift came about slowly, from when he could walk he could do basic things with his mind. At a family reunion, a third cousin with powers of wood and of life (making things live) recognized his gift and started talking to him about it. This was when he was around six: at the age of eight, when looking at a shotgun owned by his best friend's dad, he accidentally fired it using his ability, then stopped the birdshot from killing the owner of the gun. Incredibly grateful, the friend's father found this school and helped the parents register at it.

[bizznot]

Staring aimlessly at the classroom wall, manipulating the graphite from his pencil to say what the teacher was saying, Tobias could feel the watchful eyes of his peers. Hardly any of them liked him: they all felt he was a showoff, a lucky bastard, someone who could get away with murder. Unlike most of them, he'd had a decent life before coming here, and he didn't hate the school. Sure, he would've loved to go to a normal school, but the idea of a student who could open his locker without looking at it wouldn't be well taken by many.

It was incredible what magnokenesis could do: he often read X-men comics with Magneto in them to find out more of what. In his free time, he often reverse-engineered electronics, knowing that he could easily put them back together, easier than some guy with tweezers. He knew what he could do to the world, or what he could do for it.

Of course, he wasn't the strongest kid there: there were many stronger, he just had really fine control. That's what his cousin had taught him: control. He couldn't turn the world off its axis, but he could write milimeter tall letters with a dull pencil without even looking at it.

[Malice In Wonderland]

Crimson cursed under her breath. "Late.." She mumbled her voice laced with a heavy Irish accent. She paused at the doors of the building and unfolded the paper. "History...." She muttered. "Okay..' She shrugged then broke once again into a run. Her long black dress made a 'whoosh'ed noise with every long step. Her high heel lace up knee high black boots clicked with each step on the polished flooring. She sighed as she ran into the class room and tripped and feel face forward. Nice entrance, ne? She stood up and tucked a piece of her long black hair behind her ear then pulled down her black shirt that said, 'Do Not' on top then it had a picture of Zim then beneath that 'Question Me'.

She walked to a desk and sat down quietly. Maybe the teacher wouldn't have noticed her....suttle entrance and point it out to the class. She breathed heavily as she ran caught up with her and took a puff of her inhaler then sat up right. She slipped on her black rimmed glasses so she could see better.((Ak...it sucks..forgive me..I have le writers block..))

[fantasyluver]

Isabell couldn't help but feel some pity for the girl who had fallen. She wanted to ask if she was alright but the teacher was talking. History the second most boring subject in existence. Math, history that was the line. She sighed looking to the girl wondering what her powers were. Than looking around wondering what everyones powers were.

((That tells you how bad of a typist I am, I didn't notice the errors lol.))

[Malice In Wonderland]

Crimson looked up and took notes. History was her avourite subject in the whole world, next to lunch. She particularly loved Irish history, but out of the American states, Texas history was her favourite. She happily took notes then pause for a short minute then went back to taking her notes.

((Fantasy(if I may call you that) did say anything! Dude whocorrected me your a meanie! I'M REPORTING YOU FOR BEING MEAN!
-crys-

XD..sorry..i lvoe doing n00b(neopets)impressions......))

[fantasyluver]

Isabell was getting bored and instead of looking around the room. Or even at the students she went to staring at the clock. Waiting for her next class. Whatever that was. She sighed a heavy sigh not really paying attention to class but watching the second hand move unusually slow for her.

((*cowers in corner and nods head* 'Whatever you say...... *runs away* Lol that was a good impression if I do say so my self.))

[bizznot]

Finally, the bell rang. The sound of freedom. Tobias had never believed in necromancy or any of that, but watching the roomful of corpses come to life was something that would make anyone believe.

He made it to his locker without getting sucked into any others. There really was one time where somebody had a really strong magnet in their locker and he and two other magnokenetics had gotten stuck to it.

Scientists couldn't explain why magnokenetics were so magnetic, but they certainly couldn't deny it. Rather like the whole student body: no explanation, but no denial. The closest anyone had come was the science teacher, who believed that their bodies had a slightly different isotope of iron in their blood, a more reactive, more magnetic one. Unfortunately, the only thing about isotopes that Tobias knew was that it was the name of the Springfield baseball team in one Simpsons episode and that that episode inspired the Albuquerque Isotopes' name.

Sucking on a mint-flavored toothpick to hold him over until lunch, he came to his locker. He had timed it perfectly: it opened right as he came to it.
"Service," he joked. He grabbed his book and notebook for the next class and headed for it.

[fantasyluver]

When the bell sounded Isabell stood up as if on a timer. ''Thank god.'' She thought as she looked around the room. Several students getting up and starting for the door. So she did the same going out the door and leaving to find her locker.
She had locker number 117. She wanted to get rid of this new book she had received from the ' o so lovely teacher '. Who had asked them to read a chapter for that nights assignment. She looked at the book... yeah right. Soon she made it to her locker putting her book in there and looking at her schedule. Next she had Science. She smile this was on of her favorite classes.
So she started down the hall for her next class. Hoping that it wouldn't be any where near as boring as her last class had been. Maybe it would have been more fun if she simply had more of an interest in History but what happens, happens and she couldn't help it that all the information made her bored out of her skull.

[yuki]

It had only seemed like class had just begun, but then again, Aonabe had spent half the class period sketching the figure on the merry-go-round. She then started on another figure in the picture, standing behind a chain-link fence, eyes glued to the young girl. Aonabe had also put rain dribblets in the picture, to give it a good look.

When she heard the bell, Aonabe rose from her seat and picked up her bag. Her feathery friend had already left the room, and was doing some rounds, looking for other food in the forest behind the building. Aonabe slung her back over her shoulder and picked up the book the literature teacher had handed out. She let out a sigh and headed out the classroom door.

She looked at a piece of paper in her hand, stating which locker she had. 121. She started down the right hall, heading past the lockers which numbers grew. 116. 117.118.119.120.121. Okay, here we go. the girl said in her mind, opening up the locker door. She placed the literate book in the locker, then closed it. She took a glance around the hall, then headed to her next class. Science.

[bizznot]

[[Your string of locker numbers looks like an IP address ]]

Math. What a subject. It was one of his few classes where what the teacher said really wasn't important, at least to those who did homework. Fortunately, he was among that small minority. He was a good student, even though he wasn't real into school. He wanted to go somewhere, do something, as an adult, to be an inspiration to other gifted people.

[Evoth]

Kayin stood from his chair and sighed. "What a day this is going to be. He threw his backpack over his shoulder and grabbed his book. The dull halls seemed to drag on with every step he took. All that gave him comfort here was the confine of his mind.

Finally he came to his locker. 119. He put in the combination given to him but the lock wouldn't open, "What?" he growled. Kayin gripped the lock. It became cold to the touch. The air around it wavered from the temperature difference. With a mighty jerk he broke the brittle lock off. "There!" he threw the lock on the ground, "Why does that always happen to me?" Kayin opened his locker and threw his English book in.

Uncrumpling his paper Kayin looked at his next class. "Math...." He placed his schedule back in his pocket and went to the pool instead. "They'll never miss me....I hope."

[bizznot]

Damn, thought Tobias, Where's Kayinn? He must be one of those who cuts this. He's the only one in here that I know

He closed his book and got out his homework, smiling a those around the room who did the same.

[fantasyluver]

Isabell took her seat in the Biology class, next to the window now she would have a back up plan if she got to bored than she could stare out the window... perfect. She watched as the room slowly began to fill up and waited for the class to begin wondering if she could manage to pay attention or if she would be bored.

[yuki]

Aonabe entered her science class and took a seat in the back. She always preferred the back. It was less much crowded by the 'preppy' girls. She hated them. Aonabe glanced out the window that was several feet from her and sighed. She took out her sketchook and started in on her sketch from earlier.

|ooc: Aonabe and Isabell are in the same class,mkay?|

[ward]

Frankie stood up, stretching. Damn, those chairs were hard. She grabbed the cord and yanked it out of her arm. She would listen to the lecture tonight, fast forwarding the boring parts.
Walking out of the classroom, she was sucked into the crowd. Good thing they were all going the way she wanted to. When she reached her locker, 122, she jumped out of the 'tide' of students, and began to open it. When it was opened, she grabbed her math notebook. Even though she had the mind of a computer, she still wrote things down. Math was one of her favourite subjects because she was good at it. Many people told her she cheated because her mind was a human calculator, but she really wasn't because she still needed to know all the formulas, and how to follow through and everything else. She didn't care what people thought, they could go screw themselves.